When it Takes You 3 Years to Make Something Someone Else Hates

As a writer and filmmaker, I’ve learned that having thick skin isn’t about brushing off criticism — it’s about staying rooted enough to let it wash over you without losing your voice. Every story worth telling will challenge someone; every risk you take on the page or screen opens you up to misunderstanding as much as connection.

Why One Review Doesn’t Define a Story

My third short film – another step towards making my first feature length film – is a retelling of A Christmas Carol as a Diwali story. But this time, instead of Scrooge getting all the attention, it is his overworked employee, Bob Cratchit. Only in this version, he is an Indian American woman named Mala who is going to shake her toxic boss forever. Or will she?

The three ghosts are 3 female spirits, mentors from her past and future, come to help get her act together.

Overlooked and overworked, Mala has one last night to get things right. Hilarity ensues when 3 female spirits visit during the tokenist Diwali office party she is forced to throw. But do their warnings come too late? This is a twist on a Christmas classic for a new generation and culture. Charles Dicken’s timeless tale is retold and expanded with a female heroine for our times.

Turning Criticism Into Conversation

When a reviewer called my upcoming web mini series, A Diwali Dilemma “insufferably farcical,” it took me several beats to process. He held back no punches:

“The film is too schmaltzy and tacky to register an emotional punch or drive sobering depth. The writing is too lazy to pad up the emotional truths. The profundity of realisation the protagonist gradually veers to is trapped within a clutch of banal scenes littered by painfully glib dialogues.”

Lazy… well the 9 sets of revisions and year spent on the script would suggest otherwise. But this my backstory – one that viewers won’t see but I know because writing this mini series has been my life for quite some time.

Diwali Dilemma is waylaid by its insipid dimensions to strike anywhere, affecting. It feels like a bog of cringe-inducing stabs at earning pathos and sobering growth.”

The words might sting for a moment, but they also reminds me why I made this film. The absurdity they reviewer describes seeing in the workplaces scenes were deliberate choices on my part — a reflection of what it feels like to navigate the surreal contradictions of immigrant life, where casual racism and well-meaning ignorance can become their own kind of theater. Humor, satire, and exaggeration aren’t escapes from pain; they’re ways to survive it, and sometimes, to laugh back.

Join the Movement Behind the Film, Diwali Dilemma

The film was never meant to be comfortable. It was meant to be familiar — for anyone who’s ever been visible yet unseen, exhausted yet expected to shine.

So yes, maybe it’s farce. Or maybe it’s truth with a twist. Either way, Diwali Dilemma is honest and the result of years of hard work. And if storytelling teaches us anything, it’s that discomfort often signals you’re hitting something real.

A Diwali Dilemma is streaming online from October 20th. Watch it — and decide for yourself.

Dear Pro-Birthers and Muslim-Banners

If you read that headline and thought these are not (necessarily) one big group.   Then you’re right. These two things are together in one title because they came to a head in the same week and because they are not mutually exclusive. Some of you might belong in one camp and not the other.

I get it.

As likely as not, judging by the people who were in Washington on Jan 20th and Jan 26th, these views probably do overlap.

And the pro-birth movement is not doing itself (or anyone else, least of all the imagined babies) many favors.

The main issue the rest of us have with the idea of promoting life above a mother’s life, above medical advice, irrespective of the circumstances of conception (rape), is that the very people who place such value on the right to life, don’t seem to value it once the baby is born.

Life for that baby seems full of hope.

To be born but without health coverage. Hope you don’t get sick.

To be born to a parent making less than a man in the same role. Hope you can make it college.

To be alive with the very real chance that your precious life might end studying at school, watching a movie, or shopping in the mall. Hope you don’t get shot.

Hope you get lots of help from someone because the same people who did everything to make sure you were born – including increase the chance of you killing your mother – will be voting to take away programs that you’ll need.

These people will instead spend their time focusing on stories of outliers, the .1% of extreme methods used by mothers who are forced into last minute decisions due to one circumstance or another. They will post and repost graphic images of other babies and clamor that everyone has the right to live.

And when the government passes a law saying that refugee children fleeing some of the most horrific, prolonged wars cannot enter our country, so that those children can access the basic rights of life they hold so dear, well, let’s hope these people who value life so much appreciate nuance.

That they understand the irony of denying a living child the security of life but marching to protect the lives of the unborn.

That they are aware that a citizen from any of 7 countries on the banned list has never been involved in a terrorist attack.

That they can appreciate why people with legal documents should be allowed entry to the place they call home.

If you’re not pro-birth, but are anti-Muslim, it may stem from another tide of feeling which could also benefit from an appreciation of irony: true Christianity.

Jesus was not born to the Caucasian parents of a Cadillac dealership in Atlanta, Georgia. He was, as you may have heard last month, or even watched reenacted, born to a pregnant teenager in a horse stable.

He fled persecution and found refuge in Egypt.

He also said so many things about poor people – and promiscuous women – you probably want to go brush up on it. It’s kind of all summed up in these phrases, “love your enemies” and “he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”

We are divided today in a way our modern generations can’t remember. How far back to do we have to go to the level of inequality and refusal to engage in logic around the issues?

The 60s? The Civil War?

Jesus wept.

 

 

 

 

 

If You Want to Look at Nude Photos, Look in the Mirror

Women’s bodies are their property. If they want them to appear in advertisements, or as fictional movie characters, that’s their business. Don’t look at unauthorized photos of anyone, male or female. Whether Kate Middleton or Jennifer Lawrence: looking at leaked photos supports so many ideas antithetical to how you want your mother/sister/wife/daughter/friend/self treated.

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